David Cory,
The Jumble Book: A Jumble of Good Things
“ The moon was shining brightly as the Princess Lil ran up the golden staircase and out upon the big flat lily pad, which was arranged like a beautiful garden. There were small pink flowers growing in little beds of moist earth, and winding in and out was a narrow path of tiny shiny pebbles. Over this the princess tripped until she came to the end of the path, where she sat down, and began to sing softly, oh, so softly, a fairy lullaby. "Gently the wind of the dewy night blows, Over the quivering stream; While children are sleeping, the fairies are peeping, Singing to them a dream. ”
